28 Eggs A Week

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Carolina is an 88-year-old beautiful white woman who lives at the end of the city. She lives at the point where the city ends, and the farming area starts. That is why rules and regulations could be ignored where she lives. She is old but very independent. Her lifestyle is very simple, which could be the reason that she is very healthy.
Fifty years ago, her husband was injured, and they decided to move to this town. They bought a small piece of land. Caroline does not remember if she moved because of easy access to the VA hospital or if her husband wanted to live in a small town. Don’t be surprised if she would be tapping on your shoulder and will say, “Oh honey, I really don’t remember why I ended up in this small town. I was born and raised in New York.
She is a very pleasant lady. She lives outside the city, but she knows well what is happening in the world. Her son and grandchildren live a few blocks away from her. Her son visits her every week, and that is her main source keeping her updated with the world. She doesn’t have internet or a cell phone. The landline is her main source to communicate with others. Of course, she loves watching TV.
She is 88, but she is active compared to others. She walks around with her cane. At the end of her huge yard, there is a small local river. Then the farming area starts right there. Once, Caroline had a beautiful backyard in the town. Unfortunately, her husband died ten years ago, and since then, she has never paid attention to the maintenance of her yard. However, it does not mean it stops her from raising four chickens and two ducks in her yard. Yes, you heard that right. She owns four chickens and two ducks.
Caroline will proudly tell you, “honey, my chickens give me at least 28 eggs every week.” she does not sell or eat all the eggs. Instead, she gives away the eggs to neighbors and friends. But, of course, the ducks also give eggs which Caroline does not know what she should do with the ducks’ eggs.

So, therefore, she throws away the ducks’ eggs into the river. “Who eats ducks’ eggs?” she says.”One afternoon, she looked at the sky. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and occasionally, the harsh light crossed those clouds. Her hens and ducks were wandering in the backyard. Caroline knew well that tornadoes would come soon. Thus, she grabbed her cane and went outside to call the chicken and ducks. Unfortunately, it felt like her chickens and ducks also wanted to enjoy the weather, so they ignored Caroline’s command.
Now it was her turn to chase them and bring them back to their cage. For the last ten years, she never cleaned the backyard, so the backyard was full of junk and some old agricultural tools.
Within a few minutes, Caroline succeeded in locking her birds into the cage. But she could not bring herself back into the house safely. The wind was so sharp, and the old saw suddenly struck her head. Then she tripped and fell to the ground. After that, she could not move an inch. She knew her hip was broken, and her head continued to bleed. She screamed for help, but nobody was around her to listen. Finally, she lost consciousness.
After the weather calmed down, the little boy in the neighborhood came to get some eggs from the old lady. Instead, he found her lying down on the ground. The boy ran back to his house and told his parents, and they had called 911. Caroline lived that day but with a broken hip and head. His head wound required 18 staples to close the wound. Her broken hip required surgery, but Caroline was not ready to leave her birds alone. Later on, her son arrived, took responsibility for the birds, and convinced his mother to stay at the hospital for further treatment.
her son was gone and but Caroline kept asking the staff, “Do I really need to stay in the hospital?” She was such a pleasant lady, and the staff members were very happy to take care of her. She was telling all the stories. Then, suddenly, she said, “honey, I really don’t know what to do with the ducks’ eggs.” I could not stop myself from advising her to contact a local Asian restaurant.
“Well,” she asked the same question from everyone, including me, admitting physician, and the surgeon, “do I really have to stay in the hospital. I don’t trust my son when it comes to taking care of my birds. He may eat my birds after barbecued them.”
She was sent to rehab after having her hips surgically fixed. After four weeks, along with her son, Caroline returned to the hospital again. But, no, she was not sick. Instead, she brought 28 chicken eggs for us. She appeared very happy, and she told me, “Those 28 eggs in a week have saved my life. Oh, honey, I also contacted the local Chinese store. They appreciated it and told me that they would love to take ducks’ eggs. So I don’t have to waste them anymore. Thank god, my son didn’t eat my birds.”
Now, Caroline is curious, “do they really eat ducks’ eggs?”
Caroline is happily living with her birds now. But her son keeps his eyes on her. He had installed the camera, so he can continue to monitor her. So now, Caroline happily wears an emergency alarm necklace. This is the only way she can stay close to her birds.
Yes, Caroline believes that 28 eggs a week has saved her life. We all agree with Caroline. She could have died or suffered more that day, but the little boy became her angel, so he went to pick up the eggs from her house. What if she did not have 28 eggs in a week? She might not have gone outside if she had not had the birds. But, on the other hand, if she didn’t give the eggs to the people for free. What could have happened to Caroline in this case scenario? Only the almighty has an answer to this question. Right now, we all agree that 28 eggs a week saved her life.

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